She came in and sat down by the long table to pour out his tea. Her movements were gentle but hesitating. She held the china cup, the teapot, the sugar-tongs lightly but never firmly.
"Sugar?"
"Please—four lumps."
"Cream?"
"Please. A lot."
She did not smile and humour him as other girls would smile. Gravely she dropped four lumps and poured him a generous portion of cream. He frowned as he stirred the over sweetened tea, and only then remembered that he really hated sugar.
"Muriel, you don't belong to the St. Catherine's Committee?"
"No, Mr. Vaughan. Will you have a scone?"
"Thank you. Work among girls—you don't find it interesting?"
"Oh, quite. I hadn't particularly thought about it. I don't suppose that I should be much good."